s.o.u.l.m.a.t.e.

Yes,

I've met my soulmate.

Yes,

I agree we won't ever be together.

Yes,

I accept that HE is the one for me, and there's no one else I can be absolutely compatible with.

But life has its own ways.
We both are happy in our lives. We both moved on, have separate lives.
He has a girlfriend, I don't want a boyfriend. Because after having him, I won't settle for any less and there can never be anyone better than him.And the circumstances I went through, for so many years, I know I won't accept him in my life again.

but Yes,

I very well know the fact that we were meant to be together.

Solemn Wish

Dear Mr. 2012,

ey :)

Be a little nice to me, please ?

Ms. 2011 didn't really treat me well :(
not that ii didnt have fun and all - ii did enjoy myself, made good friends, got know new people, did
things ii never thought of doing ever, roamed around, danced, learnt new lessons. but when ii look back now, ii feel bad times dominated the good ones. ii remember being upset for a longer period of time than ii was happy for.

Mr. 2012, please, make sure when yew leave me ii remember only good things about yew.
thanks :)

Looking forward to meet yew.

Yours lovingly,
Rashi

(♥)

Just a Toy.

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Life was so perfect then. I used to lay peacefully on the top shelf, watch other mates getting picked or rather they choosing people. Like everyone else, I wished to be taken by the right person. Then one day, when you walked in, picked me up and took me to your place. That was the happiest day of my life. Toy’s day. I was very popular, wanted to be possessed by many but no one other than yew got the chance.

Everything was going great. We had our good and bad times. You loved me, spent time with me, and treated me like anything but just a toy. Then came the day when I realized ii no more grabbed your attention. I was at the corner, not even sure of what drove yew away. Was it someone else? Was it some other toy? I was simply in dark.

Now gone are the days when ii wanted to be with you, when ii thought of laying in your arms and seeing you smile at me, when ii thought of staying with you forever. I see the world now, loud and clear. On that top shelf, ii had a view so unclear of reality. You brought me face to face with the cruel world. I wish ii had stayed on that shelf. I better had not come down. I would have preferred being finished off without going through all this rough time, without getting picked.. But nothing can be done now. All ii hope that now you leave me in dark forever. I don’t want to be picked up one day and humiliated in front of other species when they laugh at me while you tell them about the times ii entertained you. Because when you’ll be done, ii know I’ll be thrown away again. To be picked again.

And again and again.

Whichever toy keeps you happy now, ii hope he doesn’t meet the same fate. I know one ought to get bored by one toy at a time but ii have some hope for that toy now. Because even though you got bored of me, ii didn’t get bored of you. I hope that toy means the same to you as you did to me. Its okay, what happened with me though. Was meant to happen, ii guess.

After all I’m just a toy. Destined to be treated like one.

Orientation

You say you love me,

But am confused

You say you need me,

But am confused

Unsure of what the truth is and what are lies,

Oh, am confused.

How do I react?

To what’s going all around

How do I perceive?

The actions and words that reach me

I can’t make out what you want

Dear Lord, am just confused.

Among all the transient demeanor,

Unhappiness is what I experience most

Even if am unsure of what we both want,

Grief remains indisputable

Consequently it comes down to one solution

Seems am not so confused anymore.

My eyes are tired,

from being fired

I long to see your face,

full of love and grace

you seemed to be so carin',

without any flaw and flarin'

I loved stealing a gaze,

to look at you in amaze

a peculiar brightness to be seen,

the perfect face I mean

with the arrant features,

like no other creature

a look at you took me into trance,

with no other man, I had such romance.

He Says

I wanna talk to him but I don't wanna talk unless he replies to my questions. There are so
many of them, left unanswered.
He's being so strange suddenly, sometimes soft sometimes  hard - on me and himself as
well. He says, he was always this way but I know he wasn't. He says he cares, but I
never see him care. He says he loves me, but I never feel his love. He says he'll try but I
never witness him trying. He says he's always with me but when I am low and I need
someone to talk to, he's never around. He says he doesn't mind me talking to other guys
but when I do, he gets angry. He says I fight with him but its always me who tries to
massage his ego. He says I am immature but he's the one who wants to be taken care of
like a child. He says he always speaks the truth but there were times when he lied. He
says who else will he share everything with but I see him sharing his life with others
more than with me. He says he never forces me but all I ever experience is doing things
forcibly. He says he understand and he'll never do it again but "again" doesn't seem to
mean anything to him. He says he's interested in my life but when I think about it, am sure
he knows nothing about the on-goings in my life. He says he wants us to be together but
he drifts himself apart. He says he feels like talking but it's always me who initiates.
He says I don't understand him but I do.


And
He says he knows me but does he not know what I am going through ?

He says so much that now am unable to believe him. Only because all he ever does is
SAY.

The Banyan Tree

Everyday, every few hours, I heard a new story – a story of love, sorrow, deception, hatred, life, marriage, divorce, lust, etc. Mostly, they were the sad ones, by people who had the violent urge to narrate their stories, their feelings, and their expectations. It gave me immense happiness, to know I was offering to them more than I had to offer. They took shelter in me, in my silence to utter their own words.

Their stories shouted, with grave silence, narrations of the sufferings they had gone through. Their tears washed away with them the pain their little heart beheld. And I heard with patience.

They would sit down in front of me, peacefully and carry on with their work – eating, resting, and other petty things to do and narrate their tales. They touched the roots of my heart, their tales.

Sad ones were many, mostly rather. People loved to grieve, I used to wonder. Until, one day, I heard a tale of a young girl. She told the story with such innocence that I doubt she understood the immensity of love her story possessed.

She came towards me, walking with slow steps, looking at the ground and sat beside me. After being quiet and playing with the mud for sometime, she broke the silence. She said, “But why? Why should father do that? Maybe I shouldn’t complain so much. He has too much to do and worry about already. Hmm. Oh, I can ask big brother to get it for me. But only father can provide the money. But it’s sad. I want it. It was so beautiful and everyone in class will have it soon. I want it before they do. But again, father stays so tense all the time. He scolds me too, for no reason sometimes. You know Bannu, I cry in nights because father shouts at me. He even hits me at times. But I know he does that only because he’s upset and my acts hurt him more. He stays worried; the frown lines are always visible on his forehead. He has a lot of work to do and a lot many things to take care of. I am also a kid though, I too get hurt. Its okay, I guess. I know father loves me the most, more than big brother too.”

She started playing with her hair.

After few minutes, she continued again, “or, I can ask Reena aunt to give me some work and in return, I’ll ask her to buy that beautiful Barbie doll to me. That way, papa won’t have to spend a lot of money on me and he wouldn’t have to worry. He works so hard and if I get the Barbie myself, he’ll be happy. And in the next grade, 5^th , I’ll have the best one with me.”

She got up, smiled cheerfully and hugged me. And went back happily jumping on her toes.

The purity in her eyes and her love for her father, made me realize that in this world of sorrows where people only like to share their pain, there are innocent ones like her who unknowingly spread happiness around.

Who am I? I am Bannu, the Banyan Tree.